Pride and Prejudice Part 23

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As the newlyweds left Longbourn, they were soon replaced by the return of a familiar figure, Mr. Wingley. Supposedly, he was back in the area for the shooting, but his immediate visit to the Bennets, alongside Mr. Darcy, called into question Bingley's true intentions. For Jane, her seemingly doomed romance may just be back on the cards. Elizabeth, on the other hand, remains frustrated and befuddled by Darcy, as, despite his heroics surrounding Lydia, his recent behavior towards her has returned to being cold and distant. Have his feelings for Lizzie changed? Now we rejoin our agitated protagonist just after Darcy and Bingley have taken their leave. From the Noisab Podcast Network, this is Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 54 As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth walked out to recover her spirits, or, in other words, to dwell without interruption on those subjects which must deaden them more. Mr. Darcy's behaviour astonished and vexed her. Why, if he came only to be silent, grave, and indifferent, said Lizzie, did he come at all? She could settle it in no way that gave her pleasure. He could still be amiable, still pleasing to my uncle and aunt when he was in town. And why not to me? If he fears me, why come hither? If he no longer cares for me, why silent? Teasing, teasing man, I will think no more about him. Her resolution was, for a short time, involuntarily kept by the approach of her sister Jane, who joined her with a cheerful look which showed her better satisfied with their visitors than Elizabeth. Now, said Jane, that this first meeting is over, I feel perfectly easy. I know my own strength. I shall never be embarrassed again by his coming. I am glad he dines here on Tuesday. It will then be publicly seen that on both sides we meet only as common and indifferent acquaintance. Yes, very indifferent indeed, said Elizabeth laughingly. Oh, Jane, take care. My dear Lizzie, you cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now. I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever. They did not see the gentleman again till Tuesday, and Mrs. Bennett in the meanwhile was giving way to all the happy schemes which the good humor and common politeness of Bingley in half an hour's visit had revived. On Tuesday, there was a large party assembled at Longbourn, and the two who were most anxiously expected were in very good time. When they repaired to the dining room, Elizabeth eagerly watched to see whether Bingley would take the place which, in all their former parties, had belonged to him by her sister, her prudent mother occupied by the same ideas for Bore to invite him to sit by herself. On entering the room, he seemed to hesitate, but Jane happened to look around and happened to smile. It was decided. He placed himself by her. Elizabeth, with a triumphant sensation, looked towards his friend. He bore it to his noble indifference, and she would have imagined that Bingley had received his sanction to be happy had she not seen his eyes likewise turn towards Mr. Darcy with an expression of half-laughing alarm. His behavior to her sister was such during dinner time as showed an admiration of her, which, though more guarded than formerly, persuaded Elizabeth that if left holy to himself, Jane's happiness and his own would be speedily secured. Though she dared not depend upon the consequence, she yet received pleasure from observing his behaviour. It gave her all the animation that her spirits could boast, for she was in no cheerful humour. Mr. Darcy was almost as far away from her as the table could divide them. He was on one side of her mother. She knew how little such a situation would give pleasure to either, or make either appear to advantage. She was not near enough to hear any of their discourse, but she could see how seldom they spoke to each other, and how formal and cold was their manner whenever they did. Her mother's ungraciousness made the sense of what they owed him more painful to Elizabeth's mind, and she would, at times, have given anything to be privileged to tell him that his kindness was neither unknown nor unfelt by the whole of the family. She was in hopes that the evening would afford some opportunity of bringing them together, that the whole of the visit would not pass away without enabling them to enter into something more of conversation than the mere ceremonious salutation attending his entrance. Anxious and uneasy, the period which passed in the drawing-room after dinner, before the gentleman came, was wearisome and dull to a degree that almost made her uncivil. She looked forward to their entrance as the point on which all her chance of pleasure for the evening must depend. If he does not come to me then, said Lizzie, I shall give him up for ever. The gentleman came, and she thought he looked as if he would have answered her hopes. But alas, the ladies had crowded round the table where Miss Jane Bennett was making tea and Elizabeth pouring out the coffee, in so close a confederacy that there was not a single vacancy near her which would admit of a chair. And on the gentleman's approaching one of the girls moved closer to her than ever and said in a whisper The men shan come and part us I am determined We want none of them do we Darcy had walked away to another part of the room Lizzie followed him with her eyes envied everyone with whom he spoke, had scarcely patience enough to help anybody to coffee, and then was enraged against herself of being so silly. A man who has once been refused, how could I ever be foolish enough to expect a renewal of his love? Is there one man among the sex who would not protest against such a weakness as a second proposal to the same woman? There is no indignity so abhorrent to their feelings. She was a little revived, however, by his bringing back his coffee cup himself. and she seized the opportunity of saying, Is your sister at Pemberley still? Yes, replied Mr. Darcy. She will remain there till Christmas. And quite alone have all her friends left her? Mrs. Ansley is with her. The others have been gone on to Scarborough these three weeks. Lizzie could think of nothing more to say, but if he wished to converse with her, he might have better success. He stood by her, however, for some minutes in silence. And at last, on the young ladies whispering to Elizabeth again, he walked away. When the tea things were removed and the card tables placed, the ladies all rose, and Elizabeth was then hoping to be soon joined by him, when all her views were overthrown by seeing him fall a victim to her mother's rapacity for whist players, and a few moments after, seated with the rest of her party. She now lost every expectation of pleasure. They were confined for the evening at different tables, and she had nothing to hope but that his eyes were so often turned towards her side of the room as to make him play as unsuccessfully as herself. Mrs. Bennet had designed to keep the two Netherfield gentlemen to supper, but their carriage was, unluckily, ordered before any of the others, and she had no opportunity of detaining them. Well, girls, said Mrs. Bennet as soon as they were left to themselves, what say you to the day? I think everything has passed off uncommonly well, I assure you. The dinner was as well-dressed as any I ever saw. The venison was roasted to a turn, and everybody said they never saw so fat a hodge. The soup was 50 times better than what we had at the Lucas's last week, and even Mr. Darcy acknowledged that the partridges were remarkably well done, and I suppose he has two or three French cooks at least. and my dear jane i never saw you look in greater beauty mrs long said so too for i asked her whether you did not and what do you think she said besides ah mrs bennett we shall have her at netherfield at last she did indeed i do think mrs long is as good a creature as ever lived and her nieces are Very properly behaved girls, and not at all handsome. I like them prodigiously. Mrs. Bennet, in short, was in very great spirits. She had seen enough of Bingley's behavior to Jane to be convinced that she would get him at last, and her expectations of advantage to her family, when in a happy humor, were so far beyond reason that she was quite disappointed at not seeing him there again the next day to make his proposals. It has been a very agreeable day, said Jane to Elizabeth. The party seemed so well selected, so suitable one with the other. I hope we may often meet again. Elizabeth smiled. Lizzie, you must not do so. You must not suspect me. It mortifies me. I assure you that I have now learned to enjoy his conversation as an agreeable and sensible young man without having a wish beyond it. I am perfectly satisfied from what his manners now are that he never had any design of engaging my affection. It is only that he is blessed with greater sweetness of address and a stronger desire of generally pleasing than any other man. You are very cruel, said Lizzie. You will not let me smile and are provoking me to it every moment. How hard it is in some cases to be believed, said Jane. and how impossible in others, replied Lizzie. But why should you wish to persuade me that I feel more than I acknowledge, asked Jane. That is a question which I hardly know how to answer, said Lizzie. We all love to instruct, though we can teach only what is not worth knowing. But forgive me, and if you persist in indifference, do not make me your confidant. with Ernest Hemingway and journey back to the European Middle Ages. On Real Survival Stories, we're in sunny Spain, as a lifeguard on his holidays gets drawn into a terrifying near-drowning experience. And remote Myanmar, as a devastating flood overwhelms an isolated mountain community. And in Sherlock Holmes' short stories, a woman arrives at Holmes' door bemused by the sudden disappearance of her fiancé in A Case of Identity. Chapter 55 A few days after this visit, Mr. Bingley called again, and alone. His friend had left him that morning for London, but was to return home in ten days' time. He sat with them about an hour and was in remarkably good spirits. Mrs. Bennet invited him to dine with them, but with many expressions of concern, he confessed himself engaged elsewhere. Next time you call, said Mrs. Bennet, I hope we shall be more lucky. Mr. Bingley replied that he should be particularly happy at any time, etc., etc., and if she would give him leave, would take an early opportunity of waiting on them. Can you come tomorrow? Yes, he had no engagement at all for tomorrow, and her invitation was accepted with alacrity. He came and in such very good time that the ladies were none of them dressed. In ran Mrs. Bennet to her daughter's room in her dressing gown and with her hair half finished crying out, My dear Jane, make haste and hurry down. He is come. Mr. Wingley is come. He is indeed. Make haste, make haste. Here, Sarah, come to Miss Bennet this moment and help her on with her gown. Never mind Miss Lizzie's hair. We will be down as soon as we can, said Jane. But I dare say Kitty is more prepared than either of us, for she went upstairs half an hour ago. Oh, hang, Kitty. What is she to do with it? Come be quick be quick Where is your sash my dear But when her mother was gone Jane would not be prevailed on to go down without one of her sisters The same anxiety to get them by themselves was visible again in the evening. After tea, Mr. Bennett retired to the library, as was his custom, and Mary went upstairs to her instrument. Two obstacles of the five being thus removed, Mrs. Bennet sat looking and winking at Elizabeth and Kitty for a considerable time without making any impression on them. Elizabeth would not observe her, and when at last Kitty did, she very innocently said, What is the matter, Mama? What do you keep winking at me for? What am I to do? Nothing, child, nothing. I did not wink at you. She then sat, still five minutes longer, but unable to waste such a precious occasion, she suddenly got up and saying to Kitty, Come here, my love, I wish to speak to you, took her out of the room. Jane instantly gave a look at Elizabeth which spoke her distress at such premeditation and her entreaty that she would not give into it In a few moments, Mrs. Bennet half opened the door Lizzie, my dear, I want to speak with you Elizabeth was forced to go We may as well leave them by themselves, you know said her mother as soon as she was in the hall. Kitty and I are going upstairs to sit in my dressing room. Elizabeth made no attempt to reason with her mother, but remained quietly in the hall till she and Kitty were out of sight, then returned into the drawing room. Mrs. Bennet's schemes for this day were ineffectual. Bingley was everything that was charming, except the professed lover of her daughter. His ease and cheerfulness rendered him a most agreeable addition to their evening party, and he bore with the ill-judged officiousness of the mother, and heard all her silly remarks with a forbearance and command of countenance particularly welcome to Jane. He scarcely needed an invitation to stay for supper, and before he went away, an engagement was formed chiefly through his own and Mrs. Bennet's means for his coming next morning to shoot with her husband. After this day, Jane said no more of her indifference. Not a word passed between the sisters concerning Mr. Bingley, but Elizabeth went to bed in the happy belief that all must speedily be concluded unless Mr. Darcy returned within the stated time. Seriously, however, she felt tolerably persuaded that all this must have taken place with that gentleman's concurrence. Mr Bingley was punctual to his appointment, and he and Mr Bennet spent the morning together as had been agreed on. Mr Bennet was much more agreeable than his companion expected. There was nothing of presumption or folly in Bingley that could provoke his ridicule or disgust him into silence. And he was more communicative and less eccentric than the other had ever seen him. Bingley, of course, returned with him to dinner. and in the evening Mrs. Bennet's invention was again at work to get everybody away from him and her daughter. Elizabeth, who had a letter to write, went into the breakfast room for that purpose soon after tea, for as the others were all going to sit down to cards, she could not be wanted to counteract her mother's schemes. But on her returning to the drawing room when her letter was finished, she saw to her infinite surprise there was reason to fear that her mother had been too ingenious for her. On opening the door, she perceived her sister and Bingley standing together over the hearth as if engaged in earnest conversation. And had this led to no suspicion, the faces of both, as they hastily turned round and moved away from each other, would have told it all. Their situation was awkward enough, but hers, she thought, was still worse. Not a syllable was uttered by either, and Elizabeth was on the point of going away again when Bingley, who as well as the other had sat down, suddenly rose and, whispering a few words to her sister, ran out of the room. Jane could have no reserves from Elizabeth, where confidence would give pleasure, and instantly embracing her, acknowledged with the liveliest emotion that she was the happiest creature in the world. "'Tis too much,' she added, "'by far too much. I do not deserve it. Oh, why is not everybody as happy? Elizabeth's congratulations were given with a sincerity, a warmth, a delight, which words could but poorly express. Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source of happiness to Jane. But she would not allow herself to stay with her sister or say half that remained to be said for the present. I must go instantly to my mother, cried Jane. I would not on any account trifle with her affectionate solicitude or allow her to hear it from anyone but myself. He's gone to my father already. Oh, Lizzie, to know that what I have to relate will give such pleasure to all my dear family. How shall I bear so much happiness? She then hastened away to her mother, who had purposely broken up the card party and was sitting upstairs with Kitty. Elizabeth, who was left by herself, now smiled at the rapidity and ease with which an affair was finally settled that had given them so many previous months of suspense and vexation. And this, said Lizzie to herself, is the end of all Darcy's anxious circumspection of all his sister's falsehood and contrivance. The happiest, wisest, and most reasonable end. In a few minutes, she was joined by Bingley, whose conference with her father had been short and to the purpose. Where is your sister? said Bingley hastily as he opened the door. With my mother upstairs, replied Lizzie. She will be down in a moment, I dare say. He then shut the door and, coming up to her, claimed the good wishes and affection of a sister. Elizabeth honestly and heartily expressed her delight in the prospect of their relationship. They shook hands with great cordiality. And then, till her sister came down, she had to listen to all he had to say of his own happiness and of Jane's perfections, and in spite of his being a lover, Elizabeth really believed all his expectations of Felicity to be rationally founded, because they had, for basis, the excellent understanding and super-excellent disposition of Jane, and a general similarity of feeling and taste between her and himself. It was an evening of no common delight to them all The satisfaction of Miss Bennet mind gave such a glow of sweet animation to her face as made her look handsomer than ever. Kitty simpered and smiled and hoped her turn was coming soon. Mrs. Bennet could not give her consent or speak her approbation in terms warm enough to satisfy her feelings, though she talked to Bingley of nothing else for half an hour. And when Mr. Bennet joined them at supper, his voice and manner plainly showed how really happy he was. Not a word, however, passed his lips in allusion to it till their visitor took his leave for the night. But as soon as he was gone, he turned to his daughter and said, Jane, I congratulate you. You will be a very happy woman. Jane went to him instantly, kissed him and thanked him for his goodness. You are a good girl, replied her father, and I have great pleasure in thinking you will be so happily settled. I have not a doubt of your doing very well together. Your tempers are by no means unlike. You are each of you so complying that nothing will ever be resolved on, so easy that every servant will cheat you, and so generous that you will always exceed your income. I hope not so, replied Jane. Imprudence or thoughtlessness in money matters would be unpardonable in me. Exceed their incomes, my dear Mr. Bennet, cried his wife. What are you talking of? Why, he has four or five thousand a year, and very likely more. Then addressing her daughter, Oh, my dear, dear Jane, I am so happy. I am sure I shan't get a wink of sleep all night. I knew how it would be. I always said it must be so at last. I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing. I remember as soon as ever I saw him, when he first came into Hertfordshire last year, I thought how likely it was that you should come together. Oh, he is the handsomest young man that ever was seen. Wickham and Lydia were all forgotten. Jane was beyond competition her favorite child. At that moment, Mrs. Bennet cared for no other. Jane's youngest sisters soon began to make interest with her for objects of happiness which she might in future be able to dispense. Mary petitioned for the use of the library at Netherfield, and Kitty begged very hard for a few balls there every winter. Bingley, from this time, was, of course, a daily visitor at Longbourn, coming frequently before breakfast and always remaining till after supper, unless when some barbarous neighbour, who could not be enough detested, had given him an invitation to dinner which he thought himself obliged to accept. Elizabeth had now but little time for conversation with her sister, for while he was present, Jane had no attention to bestow on anyone else. But she found herself considerably useful to both of them in those hours of separation that must sometimes occur. In the absence of Jane, he always attached himself to Elizabeth for the pleasure of talking of her. And when Bingley was gone, Jane constantly sought the same means of relief. He has made me so happy, said Jane one evening, by telling me that he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring. I had not believed it possible. I suspected as much, replied Elizabeth, but how did he account for it? It must have been his sister's doing. They were certainly no friends to his acquaintance with me, which I cannot wonder at, since he might have chosen so much more advantageously in many respects. But when they see, as I trust they will, that their brother is happy with me, they will learn to be contented, and we shall be on good terms again, though we can never be what we once were to each other. That is the most unforgiving speech, said Elizabeth, that I ever heard you utter. Good girl, it would vex me indeed to see you again the dupe of Miss Bingley's pretended regard. Would you believe it, Lizzie, that when he went to town last November, he really loved me, and nothing but a persuasion of my being indifferent would have prevented his coming down again. He made a little mistake, to be sure, said Lizzie, but it is to the credit of his modesty. modesty. This naturally introduced a panegyric from Jane on his diffidence and the little value he put on his own good qualities. Elizabeth was pleased to find that he had not betrayed the interference of Mr. Darcy, for though Jane had the most generous and forgiving heart in the world, She knew it was a circumstance which must prejudice her against him. I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed, cried Jane. Oh, Lizzie, why am I thus singled from my family and blessed above them all? If I could but see you as happy, if there were but such another man for you. If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself, and perhaps if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time. The situation of affairs in the Longbourn family could not be long a secret. Mrs. Bennet was privileged to whisper it to Mrs. Phillips, and she ventured without any permission to do the same by all her neighbors in Mariton. The Bennets were speedily pronounced to be the luckiest family in the world, though only a few weeks before, when Lydia had first run away, they had been generally proved to be marked out for misfortune. In the next episode, Elizabeth endures a bruising series of events which shake her to the very core. First, she receives a furious visitor and goes head to head in a fiery encounter. Next, a rude letter and a scathing comment from her father cause her to doubt herself. And yet, thanks to all this turmoil, Lizzie may finally have made up her mind about Mr. Darcy once and for all. That's next time on Jane Austen Stories, Pride and Prejudice. you can listen to the next two episodes of pride and prejudice right now without waiting by subscribing to Noiser Plus. Head to www.noiser.com slash subscriptions for more information or click the link in the episode description.